Rebirth: Sweet Wife's Counterattack/C3 I Know People from the Yun Family
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C3 I Know People from the Yun Family

"Bastard!"

Xin Shiyue said angrily, her eyes full of hatred.

Suddenly, the pain in her palm made her suck in a breath of cold air.

Caught off guard, a large hand tightly grabbed her hand. That large palm rubbed against her palm, carrying a bit of probing.

"No one has ever dared to do this to me."

He spoke in a magnetic voice, his words carrying a bit of obvious hostility. He coldly pursed his lips, revealing a probing expression.

Perhaps it was because he used too much strength, Xin Shiyue sucked in a breath of cold air, and her mind immediately became clearer.

His figure was slender and had wheat colored skin. The contours of his face were sharp and distinct, cold and resolute. Especially his eagle-like sharp eyes. It was as if she would be unable to extricate herself from his gaze.

Xin Shiyue had seen all kinds of men, but this man's aura was the strongest she had ever seen. Moreover, his appearance also had an indescribable charm, carrying a strong and fatal temptation and wildness.

When she saw him clearly, her expression suddenly changed. She wanted to shake off his hand and retreat, but her hand was tightly held by his hand, unable to move.

She was indeed drunk. Otherwise, she would not have mistaken this strange man in front of her as Tang Mingyu.

He held her hand tightly with one hand and touched his own cheek with the other.

He seemed to be saying, "Remember, you slapped me. "

At the same time, his eyes were sinister and terrifying. He stared intently at her, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Sir, I'm really sorry, I mistook you for someone else just now."

After saying this, her face turned slightly red. It wasn't because she was drunk, but because she was embarrassed.

"You mistook me for someone else?"

He sneered and turned around, blocking her in the corner.

He placed one hand on top of her head and used the other to hold her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You want to say sorry and leave?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly pressed down on her.

He lowered his long and narrow eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at her who was half a head shorter than him.

His dark and deep eyes made it hard for her to understand his emotions. She did not know whether he was angry or happy.

"Then what do you want?"

Xin Shiyue was clearly a little scared in her heart, but she pretended to be calm and asked.

He looked at Xin Shiyue's facial expression and lowered his voice, "I never make things difficult for women, but I got slapped by you for no reason. You should let me know the reason. Why did I get slapped by you? "

His voice was clear and cold, with a slight magnetic and dull tone. He was extremely close to Xin Shiyue, causing her to be at a loss as to what to do.

Xin Shiyue pursed her lips. She did not want others to know about her and Tang Mingyu. She naturally did not want to explain this matter to this unimportant man.

His eyes darkened. "If that's the case, I have to do something."

"I am the fiancée of the young master of Yun family. If you dare to touch me, the people of Yun family will never let you go." She noticed the change in his expression. In her desperation, she could only use the Yun family to make him not dare to act rashly.

She had just observed that he was actually wearing a formal suit in such an occasion. He seemed to be a businessman.

The Yun family's position in the business world was unshakable. It might be useful to use the Yun family to intimidate him.

"You are Yun Zehao's fiancée?"

He acted as if he had heard something interesting and revealed a playful expression. He deliberately emphasized the word fiancée. He looked at her, who was blushing and her eyes were flickering.

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